on the observance of the commencement
of the next arbitrary segment
of the cluttered string
of temporal considerations
appended to the
weighted and mythic,
weighted and mythic,
human perception of the present.
which is to infer,
that was then,
that was then,
(which isn't),
and this is all that is.
but in this
space,
with its limitless potential
for placing bounded things,
with its limitless potential
for placing bounded things,
where a presence
of awareness
finds awareness of the ever present,
finds awareness of the ever present,
a magical possibility resides.
for notwithstanding
distracting illusions and reinforcing delusions,
distracting illusions and reinforcing delusions,
circumventing conventions and deflections and denials,
the intrusion of insecurities
and ricocheting ramifications,
and the fraying disruption of the noise, noise,
noise,
it is ever thus:
to try and stay focused on,
endeavour to illuminate,
and fill with living love,
the glimpse that glimmers future,
the treasure
beyond measure,
the key that opens everything,
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